Smile god damnit

I need to laugh, or something. I'm weary of the weariness, the weighty heaviness that pervades the air of this beautiful September day. Not much funny though is there? Freakin' war, freakin' hurricane, freakin' fillin' up my vehicle. Fuck, $68.50, I used to live for two weeks on $68.50.

Michael Jackson is writing a song for Katrina's victims. Fucking pedophile opportunist. That aint funny. Probably be a nursery rhyme you can dance to.

Where the fuck is everybody? Most of those who aren't gone are almost as quiet as the ones who aren't here anymore. Maybe it's a case of blogui which is just ennui in writing.

See, I'm thinking it has something to do with this being about the end of the first year of blogging. I know, some of you have been at it longer than that but it seems mass appeal bursted through about a year ago. I don't think the fact that I started just a little over a year ago has anything to do with that surge of popularity, but hey, you never know. Smile damnit, that was a joke, fucking ha.

So maybe we're at that point, like in a relationship, where the words don't flow like they did in the beginning, the new blog smell has disappeared. Not tonight honey, I have a blogache. Blogaphobia, the fear of staring at a blank create screen.

Or maybe it's like Muse and others have said recently......the evolution of writing for others rather than for oneself. Although I think it's just as difficult to please oneself as it is to please others. I know I occasionally tell myself I suck and piss myself off. Sometimes I just do it so I can have make up sex with myself though.

But sometimes I just sit on my hand til it falls asleep, then it feels like someone elses.

Smile, you have a home and you aint in Iraq and maybe the new Supreme Court will rally around equality and freedom and uphold the rights of every man, woman and child regardless of race, creed or color. Maybe they'll enact a law that says Speak Softly and carry a Big Ole Fucking Stick in case ya need it but keep it in your pants otherwise. Maybe they'll pass a law that says, go ye forth and figure out this fucking oil thing. Thou shalt do something different, put a freakin' windmill on every car, or pedals, or hey, what about a really cool network of mass transit?

Be cool if that wasn't a joke wouldn't it? Cause we have to spend all this time going after gay marriage and abortion ya know. Busy fucking slate they got.

I'ma go sit on my hand and smile.